Songs of Africa
In the distant land where the sun radiates
In the heat of the day, as the sun sinks low
He sends his love on the beat of a drum
Under the hot African sun
He listens to the musical beat
Of his country, trying to find his feet
But corruption has played it's part
Leaving Africans dismayed at heart
He works hard during the day
Looking for a better tomorrow
And as he sings songs of old
That is how his stories are told
Willing to make a changes
Trying to do what is right
He will write far into the night
Of things that would give us fright
He has a heart of gold
many stories to be told
Well penned writings becomes his art
Songs of Africa within his heart.
for Charles Melody (lightning ink)
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2010
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